Not me. I have always wanted to give blood, but let’s face it. I am a chicken. The thought of a needle and my blood draining out was down right nauseating. So I thought, this is my chance. I survived child birth, I did fine with an epidural, I can give blood. I knew it may be the last chance I’ll have for the next year (I may or may not be indulging in a Vegas treat which counts me out for the next 12 months…).
So, heart pounding I signed up and stepped into the Blood Mobile. They took one look at me and pulled out a scale, I had no idea why but was quickly REJECTED. Talk about feeling like a loser! You apparently have to weigh a certain amount and with the weight I have lost post-baby I don’t meet their min quals. You would think that I would have felt relieved, but I’m actually disappointed. I had pumped myself to be a “do-gooder” and was turned down!
I don’t even get the “Be Nice To Me… I Donated Blood Today” sticker. Dang.












